Category: Writing

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Destiny: Divinity’s Finale, Book 4, Chapter 4

IV   Melisande ran to the forecastle and leaned over the side. It was getting dark and most of the crew wasn’t paying attention to her. She suddenly began to vomit as tears fell out of her eyes. Her lungs ached as she tried to draw breath and regain her composure. She continued to lean […]

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Destiny: Divinity’s Finale, Book 4, Chapter 3

III   As the longboat neared the ship, Lailah’s eyes scanned the ship suspiciously and focused on the black and red flag on the back. She quickly turned to Melisande, “Pirates? That’s who you’ve cast your lot with?” Melisande looked Lailah in the eye as responded sternly, “They are finer people than any I have […]

From My Writing Playlist

  This beautiful power ballad brings a tear to my eye every time. It has everything an 80s hair metal band would have and more. Definitely one of the band’s stronger songs. When to Listen: Eh… I mean there are two places I suppose you could. One could make the argument that this could be a […]

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Destiny: Divinity’s Finale, Book 4, Chapter 1

Book 4 Dark Revelations I The next morning, Melisande woke up on the forecastle, once again sleeping on Baltazar’s shoulder. The last time this happened, her heart jumped and she panicked. This time, she didn’t move. She was comfortable and more relaxed. Baltazar was roused by her movements and smiled, “Good morning.” “Good morning, though […]

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Destiny: Divinity’s Finale, Book 3, Chapter 5

V   Melisande woke up the next morning in the cabin of the Black Vengeance. There was another set of clothes waiting for her. A new blouse, vest, and trousers sat folded on the edge of the bed. While these weren’t as fashionable as the ones Baltazar left for her before, they would allow her […]

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Destiny: Divinity’s Finale, Book 3, Chapter 4

IV   Time went by slowly on the Black Vengeance as Baltazar counted it. When the hour finally came to a close, Papi came back up on deck, “Bad news Captain.” Baltazar nodded, “Well I expected we’d have more than our fair share of it. What’s the matter?” “It looks like Jaspart was scraping the […]

From My Writing Playlist

  This beautiful power ballad brings a tear to my eye every time. It has everything an 80s hair metal band would have and more. Definitely one of the band’s stronger songs. When to Listen: Eh… I mean there are two places I suppose you could. One could make the argument that this could be a […]

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Social Justice Editing!

From HeatStreet: Book publishers fearing the backlash from social justice activists are hiring special readers to check the books and flag up racist, sexist and other so-called offensive content before they go to print. “Sensitivity reader” is a person who, for a small fee, will provide feedback about the book based on self-ascribed areas of expertise like “dealing with terminal illness,” “racial dynamics in Muslim communities” or … Read More Social Justice Editing!

Escapism Exists For a Reason!

Those of you who have been reading my blog for a while know how I feel about things like preaching in your story, out of context political diatribe, breaking the 4th well, inappropriately clashing reality with fantasy, and so on. Well… today I wanted to touch on a subject that I think is getting constantly overlooked and deals with pretty much all of the … Read More Escapism Exists For a Reason!

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Destiny: Divinity’s Finale, Book 3, Chapter 3

III   The group rushed out of the sanctuary and down to the small rocky beach where their boat was waiting. It bobbed up and down as they jumped in. Papi and Melisande climbed in while Morgan and Baltazar pushed the boat back out. Once it was safely in the water, the two men hopped […]

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Destiny: Divinity’s Finale, Book 3, Chapter 2

II   Another day passed as the ship sailed for Mont Saint Michel. The morning watch reported seeing smoke on the horizon as the sun rose the next morning. One of the men shook Baltazar out of his bunk to wake him. Baltazar rubbed his eyes as he looked up, “What is it man?” “Sorry […]

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Destiny: Divinity’s Finale, Book 2, Chapter 7

VII   Melisande was awoken the next morning by a sound on deck. To her horror, her head was resting on Baltazar’s arm. She shot out of his bed, thankfully still dressed and promptly left his cabin, despirately trying to avoid being seen. Gilles was standing on deck about to relieve the night watch as […]